YEWANDE MY LOVER

I use to date a slay Queen
All shades of beauty
All shades of female bags
All shades of attraction
While am your regular home boy
Let me tell you a story about Yewande my lover,not my love
One of the so called many admirers
She could pass for a drama Queen
She wants the call,the late night dinner, the gifts and my love poems
She said :" 360, love me,love me"
I said let's take it slow
She wants a love like skin tight
She don't know whom she have loved
A cyborg

Yewande my lover
A 10-2 body figure
I think they are baby fats
She mops all of her face with primary colours
She even looks different in her pictures
She thinks she's an angel
Yewande, angel that still excretes feaces

Yewande my lover
Her phone is so close to her than her clothes
When will she stop being a wet blanket
Yet, she's not the only girl in her bracket
She's another customer care agent that works from home
She wants the kinda love she watch in movies
But then,Korea ain't in Africa
This is Nigeria
We love out of Pity in Nigeria
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Yewande my lover
I kept distance, she build bridges
I turned bishop,she became a chorister
I showed less love, man's still hot
Well, we are still friends from afar
We still want to see each other succeed
A call once in a month won't make me an Enemy
Yewande my lover.